After what happened last night, whenever Ash and his friends go out, they attract a lot of attention.
They walked towards the edge platform of the City of Creation, and many people fell behind them, both near and far.
Because the meeting in the conference hall was still going on, the people following them at this time were all the followers of the masters of the wizard towers. Most of them were the descendants or students of the masters of the wizard towers. Their young faces showed curiosity.
Meng smiled and said, "There's a big tail hanging behind us." He lowered his voice with ill intentions, "It will be scared to death in a moment."
A big, furry, frizzy tail appeared in Ash's mind, and he couldn't help but laugh.
There was no need to worry about the followers behind him. They walked to the edge of the wide platform as if taking a walk. The City of God's Creation was floating in the air, far away from the ground. Looking down from the edge, it was a dizzying height.
It was night, and the glorious magic circle below was still spitting bubbles as usual, emitting countless star-like lights, swaying towards the City of God's Creation, like a dreamy and beautiful painting.
"Let's begin." Sigourney ignored the wizards who were secretly watching her and said to Lan, "Get ready."
The moment Lan nodded, Sigourney took out a very long metal stick with an unexpected movement. The stick was thin at the top and thick at the bottom, and was engraved with complicated inscriptions. It was obviously a high-level alchemical tool.
He pointed the thick end of the metal stick downward and thrust it neatly into the ground. In a moment, one end of the stick was firmly against the ground, fitting perfectly.
"Come." He made way and handed the thin end of the long stick to Lan.
Lan flew up and came close to the round, thin head. Instead of screaming hysterically, he said gently in a normal voice: "Merctor."
The next second, the ground below made a dull sound like a tremor.
A dull, deep and low voice, as if it could only be produced by a bass vibrating the chest, came from the surface: "Merkto." The timbre was exactly the same as Lan's, a gentle and elegant female voice.
It was as if the earth had suddenly spoken.
The tails on the platform were confused for a moment, what, what happened?
What is Scarlet Moon holding in her hand?
what are they doing?
What happened?
Mercator...who?
They looked around in confusion, and hurriedly ran to the edge of the platform to peer down, and heard one after another -
"I am Dailan." It was as if thunder was rolling on the ground.
"Get up." The dull and vibrating sound resonated in everyone's chest.
The sound waves travel beneath the surface.
Only a little volume leaked out from the ground.
But this little volume hits the eardrum heavily. It's not harsh, but it shakes the whole brain.
Some of the tails were made dizzy, chest tightness and shortness of breath by the bass, and they felt so uncomfortable that they wanted to vomit.
I wondered in a daze, what on earth was I doing?
Experimenting with new types of spell attacks?
The thoughtful Tail racked his brains to figure out the inexplicable behavior of Scarlet Moon and his group, the strange alchemical props, and the three sentences that seemed short but had profound meanings... There must be some unspeakable secrets behind them.
So, what do those three sentences refer to? What secrets do they convey?
Some people who are just watching the fun are confused and wonder, what kind of game is this? A new way of leisure and entertainment when you are bored? Friends are shouting at each other to sleep, so why bother?
There were more incredible tails, they either couldn't understand or gloated, thinking, Scarlet Moon and the others were crazy? No matter what they wanted to do, this was the City of God's Creation! In the central meeting hall, the thirteen thrones were still there!
That’s right, this is the City of God’s Creation, and the Thirteen Thrones are located here.
So Dailan could only say three sentences at most.
Three short sentences.
Afterwards, an invisible barrier lit up in the City of Creation. With a flash of light, the long metal stick that stretched from the City of Creation to the ground silently melted away.
Ash sighed regretfully, this was the item that Sigourney had worked so hard to make today.
Lan also sighed with regret. She had also brewed a lot of Mercator's dark history, intending to use it to stimulate the sleeping target.
Meng also sighed regretfully. He had planned to say a few words after Lan finished speaking, so as to achieve the achievement of "The Noisy City of God's Creation", which might even be recorded in the history of future generations.
Sigourney: “…”
The three of them tilted their heads to look at him. Where’s the formation?
Signe: "...boring."
They were actually a little nervous.
There has been no movement underground yet.
Are three sentences enough?
Can Mercator be awakened?
While they were waiting nervously, a guy who didn't know how to read people's expressions came over with a swagger.
It’s Lawton from the Brilliant First Wizard Tower.
He seemed to have finally found Ash and Sigourney's weakness. His face was full of ridicule and contempt. He accused them, "What have you done? You are just trying to attract attention! It doesn't matter if you embarrass yourself, but don't drag down the entire Brilliant Throne! As a Brilliant Wizard, I am ashamed to be associated with you!"
He snapped in one breath: "Just watch, the association headquarters won't let you off easily--er!" His body stiffened, and he felt the terrifying power coming from behind.
Because it was so heavy and terrifying, his legs went weak and he knelt down.
behind?
He turned his head in panic, and what he saw was the majestic meeting hall.
He immediately realized that the terrifying power that spread here belonged to the Thirteen Thrones!
He was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter and said ecstatically: "Look! You actually angered the Thirteen Thrones! You are finished!"
He actually let the Thirteenth Throne personally release the pressure as a warning. In his opinion, even Scarlet Moon would suffer the consequences afterwards!
Thinking of the bad luck that was about to happen to Ash and Sigourney, he suddenly felt refreshed and laughed wildly.
The wizards around also felt this power. Those who were weaker, like Lawton, knelt or lay on the ground with weak hands and feet.
They also shared the same idea as Lawton.
I feel like Ash and the others are in big trouble.
He actually attracted such pressure from the Thirteen Thrones—was it because he was angry?
But the people at the center of the vortex, even the weakest Ash, remained calm and composed, without changing their expressions.
Because they could sense that the target of the pressure was not them, but——
They looked down in surprise.
It's Mercator!
Lich Mercator!
Mercator wakes up!
The breath leaked out by the underground lich when it awakened, even though it was extremely weak, still attracted the attention of the Thirteen Thrones in the city above.
They realized that an extremely powerful being had awakened near them.
Perhaps it is an existence on par with them, or perhaps it is an existence that surpasses them.
Shocked, fearful, cautious, vigilant...
The Thirteenth Throne released its own pressure, telling the other party: We found you. We are here.
"Hello, Your Excellency." At the same time, an unpredictable voice came from the meeting hall, echoing over the city, "Can you come here to chat?"
Wha-what’s happening?
The wizards who had just looked at Ash and his companions with either sympathy or gloating were suddenly speechless.
This can't possibly be said to Scarlet Moon and the others, right?
Who among them is worthy of being called Your Excellency from the throne?
Lawton opened his mouth blankly, as if his smile was stuck in the middle.
Where did you come from, sir?
Aren’t there always people from the Third Wizard Tower who are causing trouble here?
Isn't the throne there to punish and warn them?
Most of the wizards fell to their knees, looking up blankly at Ash and his companions standing on the edge of the platform, confused and uncertain... Does this Excellency have anything to do with the series of inexplicable actions of Scarlet Moon and his companions just now?
Just as they were feeling confused and uncertain, they saw a black light sweeping up a few people and heading straight into the city.
Looking in that direction is the rest area of the Brilliant Throne.
A slightly hoarse and deep male voice reached the ears of everyone in the city: "Come tomorrow. Stay with my wife tonight."
Everyone on the platform seemed to know a shocking secret.
Looked at each other.
young married woman?
Was his wife among those who were just swept away by the black light?
Scarlet Moon, Ash Elwin, Unknown Uncle, Doll Alchemy Life.
Which one is it?
Suddenly, I thought about it and it was horrible. It felt like either Scarlet Moon had cheated on me, or Ash Elwyn had cheated on me.
Sudden stimulation.
Suddenly excited.
I can't help but want to submit an article to Brilliant Daily!
After receiving a reply from the mysterious being, and the fact that the other party had directly entered the wizard tower where Nance was, right under their noses, the power of the Thirteen Thrones also retreated from the platform.
They continued their meetings through the night.
But tonight's topic is destined to deviate from the issue of how to deal with the Broken River Plain and turn into a discussion of mysterious existence.
Nance, who once again became the focus: "..."
Well, I'm prepared.
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